She has been trampled upon.
Her dreams twarted,
Her innocence mutilated,
Her voice subdued,
Her laughters suppressed,
Her opinions villified,
Her dignity tarnished,
Her desires denigrated.
Rise up O Suffering Angel!
For this world is not for you!
Your abstinence is not a virtue,
Your silence is not your weakness!
Let us see you command,
Let us see you rule.
Let your inexorable desires flow,
And let your iridicent dreams glow.
Let there be Sunshine,
Resplendent and bright.
Let there be the music
Of your unsung might.
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